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On 21 Oct, Al wrote:
---------------------snip---------------------- Please purr for Min's memory, and for her poor foster-humans who have enjoyed her company for the last three years, and who are even more lost and bereft than myself. Deepest sympathies for your family's loss. I'm glad to see that you're remembering the good things and good times. Hoping that eventually those good times and not the pain and loss will be the things you recall. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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On 21 Oct, Al wrote:
---------------------snip---------------------- Please purr for Min's memory, and for her poor foster-humans who have enjoyed her company for the last three years, and who are even more lost and bereft than myself. Deepest sympathies for your family's loss. I'm glad to see that you're remembering the good things and good times. Hoping that eventually those good times and not the pain and loss will be the things you recall. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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On 21 Oct, Al wrote:
---------------------snip---------------------- Please purr for Min's memory, and for her poor foster-humans who have enjoyed her company for the last three years, and who are even more lost and bereft than myself. Deepest sympathies for your family's loss. I'm glad to see that you're remembering the good things and good times. Hoping that eventually those good times and not the pain and loss will be the things you recall. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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I'm so sorry, Alphonze. Please give your parents our condolences and purrs
for you and for them. I'm glad you got to see her. Sending our best to help her cross the Bridge. hugs, Christine "Alphonze" wrote in message om... Thank you, everybody, for your Chemo purrs. I am very sad to report that Min's tumour was just growing too fast, and there was no time for her even to be prepared for the treatment. She was helped to the Bridge a few hours ago. My father, Min's foster-Paw just called to tell me. He could barely speak. http://rjs.project-black.co.uk/galle...?album=4&pos=0 Min came to me from nowhe appearing one day in the back garden, checking over the accommodation and staff, and then moving right in. I never got a say in the matter. Then when I went to live abroad, she did the same trick again. She was only supposed to be fostered temporarily with my father and stepmother, while a long-term foster home was found. Strangely, after two weeks, the question of her moving on simply never arose. Wherever she is now..., they just got a new boss. I remember her idiosyncracies. She loved being combed... so much that I used to wear my motorcycle leathers to do it. The combination of relentless clawing and kneading, with vast quantities of dribble and loose fur meant it was the only sensible answer. I remember the gratitude of her expression if I held the end of her tail still under her nose so she could wash it, as it was normally quite out of her control. I remember her rich, easily-triggered purr. I was lucky to see her last Sunday, and as if nothing was wrong she bared her tummy for a good scritch and purred and purred and purred. Please purr for Min's memory, and for her poor foster-humans who have enjoyed her company for the last three years, and who are even more lost and bereft than myself. Al. |
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I'm so sorry, Alphonze. Please give your parents our condolences and purrs
for you and for them. I'm glad you got to see her. Sending our best to help her cross the Bridge. hugs, Christine "Alphonze" wrote in message om... Thank you, everybody, for your Chemo purrs. I am very sad to report that Min's tumour was just growing too fast, and there was no time for her even to be prepared for the treatment. She was helped to the Bridge a few hours ago. My father, Min's foster-Paw just called to tell me. He could barely speak. http://rjs.project-black.co.uk/galle...?album=4&pos=0 Min came to me from nowhe appearing one day in the back garden, checking over the accommodation and staff, and then moving right in. I never got a say in the matter. Then when I went to live abroad, she did the same trick again. She was only supposed to be fostered temporarily with my father and stepmother, while a long-term foster home was found. Strangely, after two weeks, the question of her moving on simply never arose. Wherever she is now..., they just got a new boss. I remember her idiosyncracies. She loved being combed... so much that I used to wear my motorcycle leathers to do it. The combination of relentless clawing and kneading, with vast quantities of dribble and loose fur meant it was the only sensible answer. I remember the gratitude of her expression if I held the end of her tail still under her nose so she could wash it, as it was normally quite out of her control. I remember her rich, easily-triggered purr. I was lucky to see her last Sunday, and as if nothing was wrong she bared her tummy for a good scritch and purred and purred and purred. Please purr for Min's memory, and for her poor foster-humans who have enjoyed her company for the last three years, and who are even more lost and bereft than myself. Al. |
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I'm so sorry, Alphonze. Please give your parents our condolences and purrs
for you and for them. I'm glad you got to see her. Sending our best to help her cross the Bridge. hugs, Christine "Alphonze" wrote in message om... Thank you, everybody, for your Chemo purrs. I am very sad to report that Min's tumour was just growing too fast, and there was no time for her even to be prepared for the treatment. She was helped to the Bridge a few hours ago. My father, Min's foster-Paw just called to tell me. He could barely speak. http://rjs.project-black.co.uk/galle...?album=4&pos=0 Min came to me from nowhe appearing one day in the back garden, checking over the accommodation and staff, and then moving right in. I never got a say in the matter. Then when I went to live abroad, she did the same trick again. She was only supposed to be fostered temporarily with my father and stepmother, while a long-term foster home was found. Strangely, after two weeks, the question of her moving on simply never arose. Wherever she is now..., they just got a new boss. I remember her idiosyncracies. She loved being combed... so much that I used to wear my motorcycle leathers to do it. The combination of relentless clawing and kneading, with vast quantities of dribble and loose fur meant it was the only sensible answer. I remember the gratitude of her expression if I held the end of her tail still under her nose so she could wash it, as it was normally quite out of her control. I remember her rich, easily-triggered purr. I was lucky to see her last Sunday, and as if nothing was wrong she bared her tummy for a good scritch and purred and purred and purred. Please purr for Min's memory, and for her poor foster-humans who have enjoyed her company for the last three years, and who are even more lost and bereft than myself. Al. |
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Purrs coming aplenty for Min's poor hoomins, and a candle will be lit to
help Min on her way to the bridge. I'm so sorry to hear this news! Hugs, CatNipped "Alphonze" wrote in message om... Thank you, everybody, for your Chemo purrs. I am very sad to report that Min's tumour was just growing too fast, and there was no time for her even to be prepared for the treatment. She was helped to the Bridge a few hours ago. My father, Min's foster-Paw just called to tell me. He could barely speak. http://rjs.project-black.co.uk/galle...?album=4&pos=0 Min came to me from nowhe appearing one day in the back garden, checking over the accommodation and staff, and then moving right in. I never got a say in the matter. Then when I went to live abroad, she did the same trick again. She was only supposed to be fostered temporarily with my father and stepmother, while a long-term foster home was found. Strangely, after two weeks, the question of her moving on simply never arose. Wherever she is now..., they just got a new boss. I remember her idiosyncracies. She loved being combed... so much that I used to wear my motorcycle leathers to do it. The combination of relentless clawing and kneading, with vast quantities of dribble and loose fur meant it was the only sensible answer. I remember the gratitude of her expression if I held the end of her tail still under her nose so she could wash it, as it was normally quite out of her control. I remember her rich, easily-triggered purr. I was lucky to see her last Sunday, and as if nothing was wrong she bared her tummy for a good scritch and purred and purred and purred. Please purr for Min's memory, and for her poor foster-humans who have enjoyed her company for the last three years, and who are even more lost and bereft than myself. Al. |
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Purrs coming aplenty for Min's poor hoomins, and a candle will be lit to
help Min on her way to the bridge. I'm so sorry to hear this news! Hugs, CatNipped "Alphonze" wrote in message om... Thank you, everybody, for your Chemo purrs. I am very sad to report that Min's tumour was just growing too fast, and there was no time for her even to be prepared for the treatment. She was helped to the Bridge a few hours ago. My father, Min's foster-Paw just called to tell me. He could barely speak. http://rjs.project-black.co.uk/galle...?album=4&pos=0 Min came to me from nowhe appearing one day in the back garden, checking over the accommodation and staff, and then moving right in. I never got a say in the matter. Then when I went to live abroad, she did the same trick again. She was only supposed to be fostered temporarily with my father and stepmother, while a long-term foster home was found. Strangely, after two weeks, the question of her moving on simply never arose. Wherever she is now..., they just got a new boss. I remember her idiosyncracies. She loved being combed... so much that I used to wear my motorcycle leathers to do it. The combination of relentless clawing and kneading, with vast quantities of dribble and loose fur meant it was the only sensible answer. I remember the gratitude of her expression if I held the end of her tail still under her nose so she could wash it, as it was normally quite out of her control. I remember her rich, easily-triggered purr. I was lucky to see her last Sunday, and as if nothing was wrong she bared her tummy for a good scritch and purred and purred and purred. Please purr for Min's memory, and for her poor foster-humans who have enjoyed her company for the last three years, and who are even more lost and bereft than myself. Al. |
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Purrs coming aplenty for Min's poor hoomins, and a candle will be lit to
help Min on her way to the bridge. I'm so sorry to hear this news! Hugs, CatNipped "Alphonze" wrote in message om... Thank you, everybody, for your Chemo purrs. I am very sad to report that Min's tumour was just growing too fast, and there was no time for her even to be prepared for the treatment. She was helped to the Bridge a few hours ago. My father, Min's foster-Paw just called to tell me. He could barely speak. http://rjs.project-black.co.uk/galle...?album=4&pos=0 Min came to me from nowhe appearing one day in the back garden, checking over the accommodation and staff, and then moving right in. I never got a say in the matter. Then when I went to live abroad, she did the same trick again. She was only supposed to be fostered temporarily with my father and stepmother, while a long-term foster home was found. Strangely, after two weeks, the question of her moving on simply never arose. Wherever she is now..., they just got a new boss. I remember her idiosyncracies. She loved being combed... so much that I used to wear my motorcycle leathers to do it. The combination of relentless clawing and kneading, with vast quantities of dribble and loose fur meant it was the only sensible answer. I remember the gratitude of her expression if I held the end of her tail still under her nose so she could wash it, as it was normally quite out of her control. I remember her rich, easily-triggered purr. I was lucky to see her last Sunday, and as if nothing was wrong she bared her tummy for a good scritch and purred and purred and purred. Please purr for Min's memory, and for her poor foster-humans who have enjoyed her company for the last three years, and who are even more lost and bereft than myself. Al. |
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